Part of the gang. Plus wig!
Sean's murderous 'Clockwork Orange' pose would have been a lot more menacing if it had been less widely known that he only got angry at tomatoes and brownies with nuts in them.
Sean: Fuck! Not again. I'm the worst barber ever. I'll never get my license at this rate.
Jazz hands!
Paka: How does that elbow taste?! Huh, tell me!
Jen: It tastes like hurting!
"RESPECT!"
Whispering sweet nothings to Sean...
Jen: I know my costume is awesome and all, but you really should have been able to recognize me. We're going to need to have a talk about your huffing habit.
Paka: I'm beginning to feel this trade was unequal.
Sean: I've been told there are tiny men in this contraption, capturing our soul one bit at a time.
Jen: Shut up Sean.
Sean: Ok, you're right. There are no little men in there. But you won't believe what I heard about gnomes and underwear drawers.
Jen: Stop talking now.
"My diagnosis? Too much god damned cowbell. I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
"Where the hell did it go? I swear, never turn your back on a duck. Never know what those fools will do."
Dun da da da!
